Aiden's POV

He had a dumbstruck look on his face and I loved it. I loved it so much, if I could I would simply walk upto him, squish his cheek and tell him that he was beautiful and breathtakingly gorgeous. 

It was not often that I saw Mr. Nerd being all confused and adorable. As far back as I knew he had always been a know it all person. He looked like he had his entire life figured out where as teenagers our age including me were even confused about the next two weeks. I avoided looking him in the eyes because I might just blush and that would be awkward. And not just awkward, very very very awkward. I was pretty sure he had a bad boy impression of me but I didn't want my first meeting impression to be me blushing like a teenager in love even though I was a teenager in love. 

I had liked Nick from a very long time, it almost felt like eternity but it was about a year or two maybe, I couldn't remember precisely. I had always approached my crushes in past but, Nick was so reserved and closed off, it was impossible to hold a proper conversation with him, he wouldn't talk to anyone but Philip. I tried befriending his friend Philip but, that idiot got scared just looking at my face. I was really offended back then, who would get scared looking at a handsome face? I had to admit that I was involved in a lot of unnecessary fights and tussles but I didn't look scary or at least I hoped so. 

Again Nick would only talk to Philip and there was no other way to contact him. He never picked up calls and he wouldn't even open texts. It took me so many weeks to get his number only to be left on unread. Ever since then I came to a conclusion that he didn't like humans in general. And my plan of approaching Nick with help of Philip seemed as workable as Nick failing a class. 

And now my crush who was forever on my mind was sitting right in front of me, staring at my face.I had never received any type of attention from him before and now that he was observing me under his scrutinizing gaze, it was tough to stay nonchalant. I wished I could just vanish into thin air so only I could look at him for hours and not vice versa. 

Nick and I were worlds apart and he didn't care about my existence. Maybe he didn't care about anyone's existence but that wasn't the point. I continued reading the book or at least was trying to. I flipped the pages but all I had on my mind was him. And the book in front of me was something from the advanced literature genre, I saw Nick reading old literature books last year and I wanted to know what about these yellow pages was so exciting to him that he didn't care about the world that revolved around him. He would never look to his left or right even while crossing the road or the footpath, his face was always engraved in some type of book. Curiosity or maybe jealousy got the best of me and I picked up a book I had seen in his hands and surprisingly I enjoyed the story so kept I reading similar books, thanks to Nick I was introduced to a new hobby that I thoroughly enjoyed. But it would be really awkward if I walked to him and thanked him out of blue yet fun. 

"Hey! I've had a crush on you since first year so I stalked you and found out you enjoyed reading advanced literature. So I read these books to impress you and now I'm just addicted to reading these yellow pages. I think I like these books more than I like you. Thank you for introducing me to them," I thought to myself. 

Chewing on the insides of my cheek, I tried to suppress my smile. How fun it would be if I had just said that to him? How would he react? He would probably look even more confused than he was when he saw me near the bookshelves. I was swimming in my pool of thoughts, a pool named Nick, when the intercom buzzed pulling me out of my fantasy. 

"The school is about to close. Please leave the premises as soon as possible."

As soon as he heard the announcement, Nick got up from the chair and shoved his books inside his bag. He looked liked he was forced to come here, he probably was. Why would he be in detention anyways? He was arranging the books and there were quite a lot of them. Why did he bring so many of them on the first day? He had his back towards me which was I must say really broad and he was even a few inches taller than me. About six and a half feet. If anyone saw us together for the first time, they would have guessed Nick was the bad boy. His shirt was a little tight on him and it moved when he moved his hands displaying outlines of his brawny back muscles. And I couldn't stop myself from imagining how his back would look if I could just hold those collars in my hand and rip the shirt open. I just stood there agape staring at his back, there was probably some drool on the sides of my lips. I quickly shut my mouth, not wanting to get caught or embarrass myself. 

It was a better decision to leave before him rather than walking out together without holding a conversation or starting one. So I grabbed my bag which was practically empty expect for the pen I stole from a boy who sat next to me and left the detention room.

As I was walking out of the school, I could hear his footsteps. He was a few steps behind me. Both of us kept walking without acknowledging each other until we separated our ways. We lived far away from each other, school was kind of the mid point one could say. I had a chance to talk to him today and I was such a timid stupid. I totally behaved like a shy school going kid in love. 

When the dean said that I had to attend detention classes for the fight I didn't even start, I was furious. I just wanted to grab my bag and leave the college. Which college had uniforms and detention classes? Weren't those parts of school? Thoughts like these kept flooding my mind but, when I saw Nick there my brain stopped working. I wanted to stay there in the room staring at him but somehow it was him who kept looking at me. He sat on the supervisor's chair so maybe I could see him the next day as well.

Perhaps detention class wasn't bad after all.